It's all a clutter, these things really are. Strewn around stuff, books, bottles, sounds, colors...just lying everywhere. I organize them, arrange them in neat patterns but as soon as I am done, Poof! it's all a clutter again, a bloody mess. Entropy must be gaining momentum. Ideas, thoughts, ideologies all scattered around like chicken feed. Even humans. Everywhere, with no particular order or aim. Just cluttered. Yet it's all governed by laws and principles of physics. So how can it be so unorganized? Is it a divine conspiracy or its just our free will fucking things up?
Take me for example, I have a horribly cluttered inside and outside. Inside, I can't keep my feet on one thing, always jumping from one thing to another. A man is supposed to become more and more mature with time and settle down in life, yet i find this pandemic conundrum going on inside me 24*7. And my outside? My immediate environment? It's a real mess. It feels like all the chaos is working around me and me alone, nowhere else.
Order is not the natural way. Everything moves from having a little order to even lesser order. Every move to create order somehow has an opposite upshot in one way or the other. Wash your dirty clothes to get them clean, but then they get all wrinkled like a bloody ball sack.
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